A guy stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity:
looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed.
Finally his exasperated partner says, “What’s taking so long?
Hit the d@mn ball!” The guy answers,
“My wife is up there watching me from the clubh0.use.
I want to make this a perfect shot.”
“Forget it, man,” says his partner.
“You’ll never hit her from here.”